I guess I needed a break for a few days? I haven’t touched my computer since last week. It’s been wonderful, actually.
But I’m back. So here’s what you’ve missed.
I bombed a 10-mile race.
BOMBED IT. It’s been a while since I had a total race meltdown. Saturday was the day. It sucked.
I decided to jump in to the American Tobacco Trail Ten Miler rather spontaneously, handing in my registration at packet pick-up on Friday afternoon. Several friends and teammates were racing and it sounded like a fun, flat, fast race.
It was fast…for about a mile. Too fast. Way too fast.
The plan was to go out at half-marathon pace (somewhere in the 7:20-7:30 range) and then work it down a little in the last couple of miles.
But fueled by delusions of grandeur and the excitement of being a part of the lead pack of runners (it was a staggered start, with the women starting first), I ticked off that first mile in seven flat. Shit.
I managed to keep it in the 7:10-7:20 range until the turnaround, roughly the halfway point. Through the 10K, I was still doing relatively okay, although things were starting to feel rather robotic and flat. My 10K split was somewhere around 45-46 minutes, which about what I ran when I raced a 10K a few months ago. But unfortunately, I still had almost four miles to go.
My pace proceeded to grind to a halt and I shuffled miserably toward the finish line, cursing under my breath as each person passed me (most of whom, in fairness, were men catching up from their handicapped start). 8-minute pace. 9-minute pace. Whatever. My legs were totally shot.
I started the race in fourth place. I ended in twenty-second. Finish time: 1:17:50. A 7:47 average pace. Exactly twenty seconds per mile slower than half marathon pace. Ouch.
Lesson: Do not. Go. Out. Too. Fast.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever learn this lesson.
On the bright side, I can only think of one other time I’ve ever raced a ten miler, and that one I finished in 1:22, so I guess it’s a PR. Cue ambivalent cheer.
…but I had a pretty great track workout.
Unfortunately, they don’t give medals for workouts. Or cash prizes. Bummer.
I totally nailed 8 X 400 at mile pace (90 seconds recovery). Take that, shitty ten-miler.
Sigh. No glory.
I ate things on crackers.
My husband was traveling all last week. I ate many meals that looked like this:
I also ate many salads and killed most of that bag of baby bell peppers. Perhaps that balances out the tub of pimento cheese.
I drank sunset beers.
It was a gorgeous weekend here. And do you know what I did with my free time instead of cuddling with my laptop, as usual? I sat outside on my little balcony, read books, and consumed beer.
This Rare Vos from Ommegang, a Belgian-style Pale Ale, was outstanding. Smooth, a little creamy, and just barely sweet with heavy carbonation but none of the pucker factor or perfume one often finds with American-style Pales. Just…very very pleasant to drink. 6.5% ABV.
Bottom line: Highly recommended! (Purchased at Total Wine, $2.25/12oz)
I also picked up a four-pack of that Dogfish Head Punkin Ale that everyone has been going OMG INSANE about for the last few weeks.
I respect what they were trying to do here, bringing the pumpkin in to a nutty Brown Ale. In theory it’s a good match, but I really did not care for this beer. Some of that is probably personal bias, as I’m not wild about Brown Ales generally: with their lower carbonation, they always seem a little watery and thin to me. And I’m not gaga for pumpkin flavor either. But I wanted to give this one a shot because it seemed to be so universally liked – and also, I’d never disliked anything from Dogfish. So I guess this is a first. I gave the remainder of the pack to my co-workers. 7% ABV.
Bottom line: Not my kinda beer. My opinion seems to be in the minority, though. (Purchased at Total Wine, $8.50/4)
I watched Center Stage.
I think I still have a VHS tape of this movie floating around somewhere. Alas, I have no VCR. So when I see it on TV…
(Image source: IMDB)
Having the remote control all to myself last week was bliss.
How was your weekend?